Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 33

Chapter 33

Kallias' grip is a fucking vice.

I thrash, kick, claw at anything I can reach, but his hold doesn't loosen. He carries me like I'm a goddamn sack of potatoes, my stomach pressing against his shoulder as he strides through the packhouse halls. My vision is still spinning from being torn away from Enoch, but it doesn't stop the rage burning in my gut.

"Put me the fuck down!" I thrash, my fists hammering against his spine. I don't care that people are watching, that whispers are bleeding into the hallway like a gas leak,

"Is that the Omega?"

"Why is Kallias carrying her?"

"This is unacceptable,"

Oh, eat shit.

I twist, smacking a fist against Kallias' back-solid, unfortunately. Not as muscled as Enoch's, though. Enoch, who also once carried me like this, but not out of some twisted sense of control-no, he was dragging me away from danger. I hit Kallias again, harder, and he growls in warning.

"I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, Kallias, if you don't put me down, I will puke all over your back."

"Why the fuck are you like this?!" I snarl, digging my nails into his back.

"You're not going back to that dungeon." His voice is clipped, hard, like he's holding back something. "Not after what I just saw,"

"What you just saw?" I snap. "What you saw was me trying to wake Enoch up before you ripped me away! You-"

A familiar voice cuts in, dripping in faux concern.

"What's going on here?"

Just as Kallias reaches the staircase-Seraphina steps in front of us, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her arms.

"What the hell is going on?" she demands, voice sweet like poison.

Kallias doesn't slow down. "Not now, Seraphina."

Her eyes dart to me, hanging upside down like a possessed bat, and something

ugly twists in her expression. "You're Carrying her?"

Kallias' wolf pulses beneath his voice, "Move."

For once in her miserable life, she listens.

Kallias continues up the stairs, each step jostling my ribs against his shoulder, until we reach his room. Then, he throws me.

Literally.

I hit his mattress with a bounce, gasping as I scramble upright.

I don't hesitate. I leap off the bed and make a break for it-only for his arm to slam

against the doorfram ting off my

escape..

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Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"I already accepted your rejection," I snap, glaring up at him. "Whatever fucking bond we had? It's gone. There is nothing tying me to you anymore, and you sure as hell have no right to-"

"The bond doesn't matter," he growls. "The Goddess still chose us❞

the same Goddess who let you fuck Seraphina six

but I see it-the flicker of

leaving this room," he says, voice firm. "Not

I stare at him.

else is there to do when

step closer, incredulous.

He turns,

follow him. "Don't you

my face. The

I stand there, seething.

scream. Punch something. Throw his stupid, overpriced Alpha

the goddamn

Speaking of windows-

whirl, stalking

scanning the room. My eyes land

Fifth floor.

That's

with movement, pack members rushing in one direction. My stomach twists. The pack stadium. Where the

in my

get the

toward the door, taking a deep breath, then march to it. Knocking once, I

excuse. "There's a bathroom in

eyes, pretending to look horrified. "I think the toilet's

them look

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overflowing So wuess you

Silence,

against the door. "I hate

More silence.

Alright. Plan B.

maybe the verse wants

Plan C?

around, eyes landing on the

But I'll be damned if I

hands against the glass,

seeds,

within reach.

I exhale, steadying myself,

Fuck it,

I'm climbing down.

***

Three hours,

how long I've been knotting Kallias's precious clothes together, twisting them to a makeshifrore sunty enough to hold my weight. I might be an Omega, but I refuse to die looking like a fucking idiot splattered on the ground because [] trusted

survive this, it's

it is. It's not like I can test it

stomach does not. There is no part of me that is prepared to dangle stories above the

stationed at the door are still whining

while everyone

"Alpha son's orders, man. We

"Yeah, yeah. Still bullshit."

They're too busy bitching

the night, swaying slightly in the breeze. My stomach twists. Heights and I? Not the best of friends. My wolf might love running through the woods, but she sure tree-climbing, let

ell wasn't built for

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may be *** w down, inch by painstaking inch. The kids

teether away vs to my son fre thunders in my

The wind kicks up again, making the rope sway, and so well and the oth done w breathing through the spike of panic. I can't